deliberate

Excuse me, sir—may I try on that pair?
Yes, over there.
They fit snugly behind my lids,
Blinking, squinting, squeaking.
I rub them a little—no grit, so smooth (hmm)
New eyes.
Excuse me, sir—how do You keep these on?
They are too good to be true!
They see too much good to be true!
Excuse me, sir—are You sure these are for me?
They've always been?
You would love for me to have them?
Sir, I don't think I deserve these.
Besides, they're a little strange.
Everything looks brighter,
everything looks better,
everyone looks so...lovely.
Are these real?
Blinking, squinting, You nod with a smile.
I'll be sure to take care of them.
Free of charge?
Like You said, they were always meant for me?
Okay. Okay, sir. Whatever you say.
Stepping out into blinding rays (no longer squinting)
I am finally seeing (or trying)
with Your eyes.

Thank you, sir.